**OK, I just sat down with a cup of coffee and wrote this..so don't yell at
me if it sucks...I wrote until the coffee ran out...now I'm gonna go work
on the outlander one..harry potter's up though, if ya wanna take a
look..ok, then...**
I glared at this Viking, and she grinned back at me maliciously. She threw a sudden punch at my head, but I was out of the way before I even knew what I was doing. I started circling, and she jabbed again. I snapped my head back and dealt a clout on the side of her own. She stared at me, startled. I didn't know how I was doing this, but I decided to let the instinct take over completely. It was like when you blurted things out, without thinking; I was moving as though Bruce Lee had taken over my body, and I didn't even know how.
She recovered quickly from the surprising but small attack, and made a swipe at my abdomen. I pounced back, slamming painfully into the wall of lockers. I winced lightly at the impact, but didn't let it daze me. She grinned stupidly at me and crouched slightly; but it was no use. I knew what she was going to do, and I was prepared. She lunged, launching the enormous frame full-force at me. I jumped, landing squat-style on top of the five-foot high lockers. I clenched my eyes shut sympathetically as the Viking crashed into the metal below me, yelping in pain. I opened them again to see Katelyn and the others' faces, white with a grim satisfaction. She stepped forward and glanced down flippantly at the big girl curled up on the floor. She looked up at me, and I hopped down nimbly and stared at her, drawing myself up to full height. Her eyes were sparkling with malice.
"I knew you were a freak," she said simply, and walked out the double doors, her entourage following with swaying hips. I stared at the doors for a few moments until I was shaken out of my stupor by the bell. I gathered my things slowly and walked into the hall, heading to math class.
I reached the class a few minutes before the bell rang, and made a beeline for the back of the classroom. Raising my gaze from its position on the floor, I was almost shocked to find Nick sitting in my seat. He looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to tell him to move. Since I knew telling him off was what he wanted, and that if I did so he would win whatever game we were playing, I took two steps sideways and sat in the seat next to him. He gave me a surprised look and glanced at the door, where his friend had entered. I watched a silent conversation, apparently explaining to the friend that I was sitting there and wasn't going to move. I smothered a smile. He had done the same thing as I had, trying to win. I shook my head. This was so dumb. The bell rang loudly and I took out my notebook, waiting for Mr. Adams to get there. He was always a few minutes late. I stared at my notes for a moment, preparing for the class. Math was always my hardest subject, mostly because I couldn't pay attention, but also because my brain just did not work that way. I was definitely a writer. English and history were probably the only subjects I was any good at, though if you asked someone about me, they'd probably say, "Who? Oh, wait, that really smart girl in second period? She's kind of a nerd, isn't she?" I didn't mind much. I wasn't really a part of the social thing of high school, and never really wanted to be anyway. I was just focusing on school and trying to get out as quickly as possible. I shook off these distracting thoughts and tried to channel my energy to reviewing for the possible pop quiz Mr. Adams hinted at the previous day. Only a math teacher would give a quiz on a Friday, I thought grumpily. I looked up at a tapping on my desk into the grinning face of Nick MacKenzie. I smiled sarcastically and went back to my studying.
"Hey, come on," he said, mock pleading. I looked at him for a moment, then put all my papers into my binder, put the binder under my desk, and folded my hands.
"Yes?" I said, raising an eyebrow. He gave me a Look, and I dropped the act.
"Fine," I said impatiently. "What do you want?" He let out a breath.
"What exactly did you do to Katelyn?" he asked, looking at me as though daring me to lie. I was sorely tempted to, just to piss him off, but glared at him instead.
"I didn't do anything to her," I snapped. "I tried to leave the locker room and she had her oaf gang up on me." He looked at me skeptically.
"Kelsey?" he said, raising both eyebrows. "And you're still in one piece? That girl's built like a pro wrestler..." He trailed off, obviously not believing me.
"Yeah, her," I said shortly. I started to say something extremely rude about the resemblance of her and his mother, but Mr. Adams walked in and yelled at the class to quiet down, and we did.
After we had taken the quiz and Mr. Adams had collected it, we settled down to correct our homework orally, as we did every day. Sometimes, when he was feeling particularly paranoid, Mr. Adams made us switch papers so we wouldn't cheat and put the correct answer on our own papers. But, fortunately, today he was feeling relaxed and let us keep our papers.
"Let's see, who will I pick on today..." he said, eyes glinting maliciously. His gaze wandered around the room, resting on the back row. "You," he said. I thought he was pointing at me, so when I opened my mouth to answer, I was surprised to hear instead the deep voice sitting next to me.
"The square root of twenty-three," said Nick quickly. He gave me a sidelong glance, and I stifled a smile. I looked back up to Mr. Adams with what I hoped was a look of polite indifference. He started to say something, but shook his head and went on to the next question. I glanced at Nick and he frowned slightly.
"How weird," he said. "I figured he would still call on you. I didn't mean to get you out of having to answer," he added with a grin. I shrugged but smiled back at him.
"Well, I s'pose it was just the easier thing to do," I replied, drawing circles on my desk, "seeing as he doesn't know my name. This way, he wouldn't have to look at his seating chart." Nick snorted.
"I don't understand why you do that," he said, shaking his head again. I started to answer, but was interrupted.
"Mr. MacKenzie!" came Mr. Adams sharp voice from the front of the class. "Save it for lunch, please?" And then he went back to droning about the importance of graph paper in this class. I grinned widely at Nick.
"Well, if they knew my name, then they could yell at me, like that," I said practically. "This way, they can blame it on you." He narrowed his eyes.
"I knew, under that shy, quiet outer layer, there was a devious and mischievous mind," he said shrewdly. I smiled sweetly.
"Hey, you're that chick from gym class, huh?" said the guy in front of me. I realized it was Jay; I remembered he had finished the rope climbing exercise quickly, but I had still outdone him by half. My eyes widened in surprise at being spoken to, but I recovered myself.
"Um, yeah, I guess," I muttered, ignoring the snickers coming from Nick.
"I have SO never seen a girl do that before," he said appreciatively. "You have my congratulations." I grit my teeth.
"Erm, thanks," I said, barely resisting the urge to burst into hysterical giggles.
"You three!" barked Mr. Adams. His face was turning red. "Knock it off!" I grinned at the two of them and turned to Nick.
"Wow, he actually addressed you that time," remarked Nick. I smiled sarcastically.
"Sort of," I replied. He shook his head.
"No, really," he said, mock-serious. "You shouldn't talk to me anymore. I'll turn you into a 'hoodlum'." I snorted.
"I, young sir, will never go to your side," I said pompously. He grinned. The bell rang and I gathered my things. As I left the room to go to my locker, I was caught up by Nick.
"Hey, do you think I could meet you at that table you eat at?" he asked, pulling my arm so I would stop walking. I tried not to look surprised. "I have to talk to you."
"Uh, sure, I guess," I said, confused. "You know where it is." I started to walk again.
"K, see you then," he replied, and disappeared into the crowd. I walked slowly to my locker, confused about what had just happened. What the hell was that all about, I thought. I saw Gwen at her locker and paused. I needed to make up with her. This was stupid, not even a real fight. I had been slightly hurt at what she said, but I couldn't stay angry for long. I mean, what she said was true. I took a deep breath, and walked toward her.
**OK, this has nothing to do with this fic or any of my other ones..I have been thinking of starting a lord of the rings one..but I don't want to do it if you guys don't want me to...i mean, I cannot, absolutely CANNOT write like tolkien, I don't mean that, I just mean, I will do my own writing style, but based on the books and characters...or whatever...just say whether or not I should do that if you write a review for this chapter..**
I glared at this Viking, and she grinned back at me maliciously. She threw a sudden punch at my head, but I was out of the way before I even knew what I was doing. I started circling, and she jabbed again. I snapped my head back and dealt a clout on the side of her own. She stared at me, startled. I didn't know how I was doing this, but I decided to let the instinct take over completely. It was like when you blurted things out, without thinking; I was moving as though Bruce Lee had taken over my body, and I didn't even know how.
She recovered quickly from the surprising but small attack, and made a swipe at my abdomen. I pounced back, slamming painfully into the wall of lockers. I winced lightly at the impact, but didn't let it daze me. She grinned stupidly at me and crouched slightly; but it was no use. I knew what she was going to do, and I was prepared. She lunged, launching the enormous frame full-force at me. I jumped, landing squat-style on top of the five-foot high lockers. I clenched my eyes shut sympathetically as the Viking crashed into the metal below me, yelping in pain. I opened them again to see Katelyn and the others' faces, white with a grim satisfaction. She stepped forward and glanced down flippantly at the big girl curled up on the floor. She looked up at me, and I hopped down nimbly and stared at her, drawing myself up to full height. Her eyes were sparkling with malice.
"I knew you were a freak," she said simply, and walked out the double doors, her entourage following with swaying hips. I stared at the doors for a few moments until I was shaken out of my stupor by the bell. I gathered my things slowly and walked into the hall, heading to math class.
I reached the class a few minutes before the bell rang, and made a beeline for the back of the classroom. Raising my gaze from its position on the floor, I was almost shocked to find Nick sitting in my seat. He looked at me expectantly, waiting for me to tell him to move. Since I knew telling him off was what he wanted, and that if I did so he would win whatever game we were playing, I took two steps sideways and sat in the seat next to him. He gave me a surprised look and glanced at the door, where his friend had entered. I watched a silent conversation, apparently explaining to the friend that I was sitting there and wasn't going to move. I smothered a smile. He had done the same thing as I had, trying to win. I shook my head. This was so dumb. The bell rang loudly and I took out my notebook, waiting for Mr. Adams to get there. He was always a few minutes late. I stared at my notes for a moment, preparing for the class. Math was always my hardest subject, mostly because I couldn't pay attention, but also because my brain just did not work that way. I was definitely a writer. English and history were probably the only subjects I was any good at, though if you asked someone about me, they'd probably say, "Who? Oh, wait, that really smart girl in second period? She's kind of a nerd, isn't she?" I didn't mind much. I wasn't really a part of the social thing of high school, and never really wanted to be anyway. I was just focusing on school and trying to get out as quickly as possible. I shook off these distracting thoughts and tried to channel my energy to reviewing for the possible pop quiz Mr. Adams hinted at the previous day. Only a math teacher would give a quiz on a Friday, I thought grumpily. I looked up at a tapping on my desk into the grinning face of Nick MacKenzie. I smiled sarcastically and went back to my studying.
"Hey, come on," he said, mock pleading. I looked at him for a moment, then put all my papers into my binder, put the binder under my desk, and folded my hands.
"Yes?" I said, raising an eyebrow. He gave me a Look, and I dropped the act.
"Fine," I said impatiently. "What do you want?" He let out a breath.
"What exactly did you do to Katelyn?" he asked, looking at me as though daring me to lie. I was sorely tempted to, just to piss him off, but glared at him instead.
"I didn't do anything to her," I snapped. "I tried to leave the locker room and she had her oaf gang up on me." He looked at me skeptically.
"Kelsey?" he said, raising both eyebrows. "And you're still in one piece? That girl's built like a pro wrestler..." He trailed off, obviously not believing me.
"Yeah, her," I said shortly. I started to say something extremely rude about the resemblance of her and his mother, but Mr. Adams walked in and yelled at the class to quiet down, and we did.
After we had taken the quiz and Mr. Adams had collected it, we settled down to correct our homework orally, as we did every day. Sometimes, when he was feeling particularly paranoid, Mr. Adams made us switch papers so we wouldn't cheat and put the correct answer on our own papers. But, fortunately, today he was feeling relaxed and let us keep our papers.
"Let's see, who will I pick on today..." he said, eyes glinting maliciously. His gaze wandered around the room, resting on the back row. "You," he said. I thought he was pointing at me, so when I opened my mouth to answer, I was surprised to hear instead the deep voice sitting next to me.
"The square root of twenty-three," said Nick quickly. He gave me a sidelong glance, and I stifled a smile. I looked back up to Mr. Adams with what I hoped was a look of polite indifference. He started to say something, but shook his head and went on to the next question. I glanced at Nick and he frowned slightly.
"How weird," he said. "I figured he would still call on you. I didn't mean to get you out of having to answer," he added with a grin. I shrugged but smiled back at him.
"Well, I s'pose it was just the easier thing to do," I replied, drawing circles on my desk, "seeing as he doesn't know my name. This way, he wouldn't have to look at his seating chart." Nick snorted.
"I don't understand why you do that," he said, shaking his head again. I started to answer, but was interrupted.
"Mr. MacKenzie!" came Mr. Adams sharp voice from the front of the class. "Save it for lunch, please?" And then he went back to droning about the importance of graph paper in this class. I grinned widely at Nick.
"Well, if they knew my name, then they could yell at me, like that," I said practically. "This way, they can blame it on you." He narrowed his eyes.
"I knew, under that shy, quiet outer layer, there was a devious and mischievous mind," he said shrewdly. I smiled sweetly.
"Hey, you're that chick from gym class, huh?" said the guy in front of me. I realized it was Jay; I remembered he had finished the rope climbing exercise quickly, but I had still outdone him by half. My eyes widened in surprise at being spoken to, but I recovered myself.
"Um, yeah, I guess," I muttered, ignoring the snickers coming from Nick.
"I have SO never seen a girl do that before," he said appreciatively. "You have my congratulations." I grit my teeth.
"Erm, thanks," I said, barely resisting the urge to burst into hysterical giggles.
"You three!" barked Mr. Adams. His face was turning red. "Knock it off!" I grinned at the two of them and turned to Nick.
"Wow, he actually addressed you that time," remarked Nick. I smiled sarcastically.
"Sort of," I replied. He shook his head.
"No, really," he said, mock-serious. "You shouldn't talk to me anymore. I'll turn you into a 'hoodlum'." I snorted.
"I, young sir, will never go to your side," I said pompously. He grinned. The bell rang and I gathered my things. As I left the room to go to my locker, I was caught up by Nick.
"Hey, do you think I could meet you at that table you eat at?" he asked, pulling my arm so I would stop walking. I tried not to look surprised. "I have to talk to you."
"Uh, sure, I guess," I said, confused. "You know where it is." I started to walk again.
"K, see you then," he replied, and disappeared into the crowd. I walked slowly to my locker, confused about what had just happened. What the hell was that all about, I thought. I saw Gwen at her locker and paused. I needed to make up with her. This was stupid, not even a real fight. I had been slightly hurt at what she said, but I couldn't stay angry for long. I mean, what she said was true. I took a deep breath, and walked toward her.
**OK, this has nothing to do with this fic or any of my other ones..I have been thinking of starting a lord of the rings one..but I don't want to do it if you guys don't want me to...i mean, I cannot, absolutely CANNOT write like tolkien, I don't mean that, I just mean, I will do my own writing style, but based on the books and characters...or whatever...just say whether or not I should do that if you write a review for this chapter..**